Mar 2014
Eyelids grow heavy
from little energy and the need for sleep.
Glasses slide up my nose, pressing the nose piece into my skin, leaving indentations.
My finger twitches
as it holds my place in my current horror story that hangs off the edge of bed.
Cool air from the fan puffs out the entrance of my pillow case and makes the tied ends of my blanket flutter.
My eyes struggle to stay open, even though the ceiling light remains on.
Will someone find me passed out?
Mark my place with a bookmark and remove my glasses before shutting the light off, kissing my forehead a goodnight and shutting off the light while easing the door shut behind them?
from little energy and the need for sleep.
Glasses slide up my nose, pressing the nose piece into my skin, leaving indentations.
My finger twitches
as it holds my place in my current horror story that hangs off the edge of bed.
Cool air from the fan puffs out the entrance of my pillow case and makes the tied ends of my blanket flutter.
My eyes struggle to stay open, even though the ceiling light remains on.
Will someone find me passed out?
Mark my place with a bookmark and remove my glasses before shutting the light off, kissing my forehead a goodnight and shutting off the light while easing the door shut behind them?
